Coughing and coughing, off and on during the day, then waking her up early in the morning or keeping her from sleeping well during a nap. Then so much coughing she threw up a bit. Ped appointment where her lungs and throat were fine, so ped diagnosed reflux. Kiddo was all excited about going to the pharmacy to get her medicine. She seemed quite enthusiastic.
Then it came time to actually take the medicine. Many things I’ve read (and some of what I vaguely remember from my peds rotation in nursing school) say things like “give the child choices like when to take the medicine or what to drink afterwards” or “don’t put medicine in juice so you know that they’ve taken it all, offer juice afterwards instead”. First I asked her if she wanted to take the medicine before lunch or after. She chose after. So after lunch, I asked her if she wanted to drink some water or juice after she took the medicine. She said juice. Then I asked if she wanted to take the medicine from a spoon or a cup. She said spoon. I poured the juice and I poured the medicine into the spoon, and she flipped out that she didn’t want to take it.
We argued for a while, she went to the potty and wouldn’t come back downstairs for a while, we stalled and delayed and postponed. Finally, daddy had the brilliant idea of using a syringe that we had from when kiddo was a newborn and we did syringe feeding. He squirted it right in her mouth.
I should’ve just done the same thing this morning, but we went through the whole shebang again. Arguing, yelling, frustration, avoidance via the bathroom, etc. for over an hour. Halfway through, she drank half of the medicine from a cup, then spit it out again. Finally, she let me use the syringe and squirt it in her mouth with juice waiting to drink right after. Finally, we were done the second dose of a twice a day for at least two weeks round of reflux medicine. I’m hopeful that the syringe method will reduce the arguing to a minimum. Breakfast dose has juice after and after dinner dose has a popsicle (or something dessert-like) after.
There are probably a zillion things I did wrong and a zillion things I should’ve done differently and a zillion people who would yell, with an accusatory tone, “you’re being too permissive! Who’s parenting whom?” or some such. I am open to suggestions of how to make this whole process work smoother, things I haven’t thought of, but not if they’re of the “show her who’s boss” mindset.